Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
((1896 - 1940) / Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States)
Marching Streets
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,
Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,
Films all eyes and whispers on the corners,
Whispers to the corners that the last soul sleeps.
Gay grow the streets now torched by yellow lamplight,
March all directions with a long sure tread.
East, west they wander through the blinded city,
Rattle on the windows like the wan-faced dead.